~ Delta Poetry Review ~

Braden Weaver

Last Will and Testament of the Farmer

If there is still corn on the stalks,

leave it for that fat black bear.

If only he could have it

with butter and salt.

A few weeks later, the blueberries

on the bushes will be big around as nickels—

leave them.

Sacrament for the birds.

Poor things will never taste them folded into Mama’s cobbler.

Leave the front door unlocked

and the windows how I left them.

Don’t water anything that looks like it needs it.

The rest will take care of the rest.

By then, I’ll be back at the foot of the holler

under the tall tulip poplar,

but not for long.

Soon the soil, soon the seed, soon the turnings in between.

Braden Weaver is a writer from Chatsworth, Georgia. His poetry and short fiction have been published in Corner Bar Magazine, Floyd County Moonshine, The Mildred Haun Review, and elsewhere. He currently lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee where he works as a public librarian.